Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
MC5,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.